We had breakfast for dinner tonight. I made pancakes, bacon, and omeletes. While eating, this is a conversation I had with Portia.
Portia: Mom, Margot is sick.
Me: No, She's ok.
Portia: Do you know what sick looks like? It looks like cheese. It looks like cheese.
Me: ....cheese?
Portia: It makes it really, really stinky in here.
Me: What?
Portia: Daddy is stinky. Margot is stinky. But I'm not stinky. Mom, you're not stinky.
Me: ...ok?
Portia: Mom, you and me are not stinky, but Daddy and Margot are stinky. (she paused for a moment) Mom, these pancakes are gross.
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